Flutterings

What in heavens name do you do about groundhogs?

Well, it wasn't so bad when it was just George. I'm actually rather fond of him, and he has left the flowers and stuff alone all these years. But his wife and twins arrived this year (making my naming of him rather, er, prophetic *g*) and have certainly taxed my groundhog patience.

I imagine we'll have to embark on a groundhog relocation mission. We regularly relocate squirrels to New Hampshire. I imagine they wouldn't mind a few groundhogs...the trouble will be trapping them. George isn't troubled by humans, but the wife and kids are far more wary.

A troupe of groundhogs is a very distructive thing to have living here. One is fine. But they're all digging holes everywhere. They have to go, and better to be trapped and relocated than become dinner for the fisher cat that lives in the woods behind my house. He got my resident skunk a few weeks ago. Poor Mr. Stinky.

And yes, my life is one big Mutual Of Omaha program sometimes. *g*

I just discovered that the birds have decimated my rainier cherries. GRRRR.

I have a grape arbor that I have simply given up ever getting a single grape from. The birds seem to instinctively know when they're ready to harvest and strip them overnight. It's very annoying.